Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Faust,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.